She
couldn’t take it anymore and started pushing me to get free from my grasp.
“Stop! I hate you, Damien! Do you hear me? I fucking hate you!” she yelled over
and over again, aching to make herself and me believe it.

My heart
broke.

My fingers
twitched.

And tears
threatened to surface.

However, I
wouldn’t let up and just kept caressing her, kissing her, whispering that I
loved her. Battling her hateful words with my loving ones. I could feel she was
reaching her breaking point, as much as she could. Her wrist suddenly slipped
through my grip and she shoved me with so much force that she was able to slap
me across the face. Going full speed to do it again, but I intervened by
grabbing her forearm, pinning her to the blanket. Locking down her petite frame
with my flawed heart and beaten body.

She laid
there beneath me, panting profusely, emotionally and physically consumed with
tears cascading down the sides of her face. For a moment, I allowed her to take
my breath away. In my eyes, she’d never looked so fucking beautiful.

So goddamn
breathtaking.

So fucking
mine…

I leaned
forward and kissed away all her tears, tasting her nightmares, her memories,
her love and hatred for me. Tenderly kissing my way to her lips while her body
continued to shudder from my intense, overpowering love. Overwhelming her
emotions and overriding her thoughts the way only I could ever do. Before
another second slipped by, I kissed her for all the years I didn’t, for all the
times I couldn’t, for all the moments I so desperately wanted to. Losing myself
in her. Almost like I was trying to kiss the agony and pain I caused right out
of her. Wanting to hold her tormented burdens, inflicted solely by my mistakes
and regrets.

And a revolving door across the college suite I somehow ended up in because my first name is Shawn.

They don't discriminate. Girls. Guys. Grandmas. Plants (okay maybe not plants) all walks of life stroll in stressed to the brim, and leave so satisfied I'm wondering what sort of talents lie behind that door.

My roommate calls them the pleasure ponies.

But the rest of the college campus?

They just call them the new face of Wingmen Inc. A paid for relationship service that makes big promises.

Breakup? They'll glue you back together again.

Depressed? They have the magic pill.

Lonely? Just spend a few minutes while they rub you down and you'll forget all about it.

And broken hearts? Well, that's their specialty. They'll fix you

For a price…

I swore I wouldn't get involved.

But apparently they like a challenge, and a girl who doesn't put up with their BS is basically like waving a red flag in front of a bull.

They. All. Charged.

But one holds my attention above the rest.

Knox Turner looks like a Viking — and getting pillaged is starting to look more appealing by the day. Though he's hiding something — all of them are. And the closer I get. The more I realize that some things are left better in the past.

You've read reverse harem books before — but you've never read one like this. It's not what you think, or is it? Dive in and find out…

It was happening again.The moaning.I put a pillow over my face and screamed.Not because it was too loud.But because I kept wondering who was causing it. One? Two? All three? Leo and Finn had both tried to talk to me in class and at the coffee shop again. I’d brushed them off but been polite.And Knox?Well, let’s just say that Knox had suddenly turned over a leaf that said, “Go out of my way to make Shawn’s life miserable.”He was suddenly everywhere.And with a different female every single day.It drove me insane.Bat-shit crazy.And he wasn’t even mine to go senseless over!The moan happened again.“That’s it!” I got up from my bed, stomped over to the door, and jerked it open. Then I pounded my way over to their room and almost took down the door with my knock .When Leo answered, he grinned down at me. “Come to play?”I gave him the finger.His eyes narrowed. “I’m confused. Is that yes or no?”“Agh!” I threw my hands up in the air. “I have practice tomorrow at five a.m. It’s three. I’ve had one hour of sleep. Can you please keep the moaning to a minimum?”“You seem stressed.” He tilted his head just as Finn joined him in the doorway. “Doesn’t she?”“Very.” Finn nodded then reached out and started massaging my right trap while Leo grabbed my hand and worked my fingers. It felt so damn good that I forgot I was pissed for about two seconds before I pulled away.“No.” I jabbed my finger at each of their chests. “Shame on you. Stop using your skills to make me less crazy. I need sleep.”“I could not agree more.” Leo put his hand over his chest. “If you want, I can come over and—”“No!” I made a fist with my hands. “I don’t need you to help me sleep. I need you to keep your clients quiet so that I can sleep. Big difference.”Knox appeared then and held out a pair of Bose noise-canceling headphones. “You can borrow them every Friday as long as you don’t set them on fire when you’re done.”“Do you think I really want whatever STDs are crawling around the surface?” I hissed.His eyes turned lethal. “Then I guess you won’t sleep.”“Dun, dun, dun,” Finn sang in a low voice, just as a small lady who could pass as my grandmother made an appearance and shoved a fifty-dollar bill in Knox’s pants then patted him on his rock-hard six-pack. She had a full-on red wig perched backward on her head and cherry red cheeks with black glasses that she kept shoving up her nose. And her purse looked like something I would have seen on I Love Lucy. It was this giant black clutch that probably held cough drops and prunes.“Thanks, boys.”“Love you, Edna!” Finn called while Leo brushed a kiss across her hand.She finger-waved at Knox and straight-up waddled out of the suite.I stared after her, my jaw dropping with each step she took until she was out of eyesight.“What…” I shook my head. “…I mean, seriously, guys, what?”Finn’s eyes got serious. “She’s lonely.”“She’s at least eighty!” I yelled, so exhausted I was actually arguing with crazy.Knox got all up in my business and said through clenched teeth, “Her husband died a year ago. She’s not comfortable with internet dating yet. We’re easing her in because she wants a partner for life, someone she can laugh with, so if we can give her that one laugh, that nice touch once a week, we’re going to fucking do it. Now jump off that pedestal, take the damn Bose, and go to sleep.”

Meet the Author:

Rachel Van Dyken is the New York Times, Wall Street Journal, and USA Today Bestselling author of regency and contemporary romances. When she's not writing you can find her drinking coffee at Starbucks and plotting her next book while watching The Bachelor.

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“Would you
mind keeping this piece steady while I attach it?” he asks, interrupting my
reverie.

“No
problem.” I take my position opposite him, holding the piece of trim in place
against the dresser as he drills screws into the underside so that they remain
hidden from view. It’s like magic.

I study him
as he works.

He tilts
his head this way and that to make sure the piece is level before he starts.
Then, he lifts the drill, and taut muscles shine with sweat as he drives each
screw into the boards with purpose. His forearms flex and jump with every
movement. And his tattoo calls my eye to follow the bumps and dips of his
biceps and triceps.

Isabel Love is a hopeless romantic. She loves reading about two people falling in love, overcoming whatever obstacles they may face, and finding their happily ever after. A husband, two kids, and a full-time job keep her busy by day, but by night, she can be found with her Kindle in hand, reading “just one more chapter”.

Confessions: Julien, book two in the steamy contemporary MMM Confessions Series from Ella Frank, is coming June 4th!

Confessions: Julien by Ella Frank

New Release Date: June 4th, 2018

Genre: Contemporary MMM Romance

Cover Design: Hang Le

Cover Photographer: Jules Godfrey Photography

Cover Model: Jack Dutton

Synopsis

People are complex.

Love a double-edged sword.

And when it comes to a broken heart, there are no rules, only time…

For the past eight years, Julien Thornton has been living with a secret. One that only a handful of people know about.

To the outside world, he has it all.

A thriving career. A loving husband. And a face that the American public fell for by the millions, on a reality show that inadvertently saved his life.

But behind the shine of celebrity, behind the easygoing nature, a crippling truth fills Julien with pain and self-loathing. It’s a truth that he fights to overcome daily with the help of his husband, Joel Priestley, and now their boyfriend, Robbie Bianchi.

But unlike Priest, Robbie doesn’t know what he’s helping Julien to fight. He doesn’t know what Julien did all those years ago. And with the anniversary of his sister’s death fast approaching, the time for explanations is running out.

And thus the question: will the princess be able to forgive the prick as the priest once did?

Ella Frank is the USA Today Bestselling author of the Temptation series, including Try, Take, and Trust and is the co-author of the fan-favorite contemporary romance, Sex Addict. Her Exquisite series has been praised as “scorching hot!” and “enticingly sexy!”Some of her favorite authors include Tiffany Reisz, Kresley Cole, Riley Hart, J.R. Ward, Erika Wilde, Gena Showalter, and Carly Phillips.

All new romance from New York Times Bestselling
Author Claudia Connor…

How many times can you be unlucky in love before you
decide it’s not luck, it’s you?

With her ex-groom's words, I’m in love with someone
else, still ringing in her ears, Clare Franklin flies off alone to her
would-be honeymoon. Forced to accept not everyone gets that happily ever after
she’s always dreamed of, she’s done with men. Until she gets tangled up, quite
literally, with one sexy veterinarian.

The only thing Dr Deacon Montgomery wants is to share his
surgical expertise and get back to his two year old twin daughters. But, the
connection he feels with Clare highlights just how alone he really is and makes
him wonder if he can be more than doctor and daddy.

Long talks and moonlit walks under the rustle of palms has
Clare thinking maybe she gave up on love too soon. Until one phone call from
home changes everything.

His wide, warm palm
grazed her lower back as they wove their way through the tables to the exit.
They crossed over the water garden in silence, slowing as they reached a fork
in the path.

“Which way?” Deacon
asked. “I’ll walk you back.”

“That’s sweet, but
you really don’t have to. It’s a five-star resort, not downtown Los Angeles.”

Deacon kept
walking. “True. But you know, I took you to dinner and all.”

She arched a brow
at him. “It’s also an all-inclusive resort. Maybe I took you.”

“Maybe you
did.”

He flashed her that
slightly lopsided grin that hit her right in the chest. She conceded to the
walk, and together, they followed the brick path. The resort was dark, but
lights along the sidewalk lit the path and shined up the skinny gray trunks of
the swaying palms. It was quiet, and when they didn’t pass even one other
person, she was glad he was walking her back.

She slowed as they
came to the breezeway leading to her building and pointed up the steps to the
second floor. “I’m up there, so…”

Deacon started up
the steps. “I’ll walk you to the door. I’m funny like that.”

She probably should
have said no, insisted that she could make it to her door on her own. Because
of course she could. But she didn’t insist, just followed enormously glad she’d
removed the HONEYMOON banner from her door.

They reached her
room, and she turned to face him. Just the two of them now, up here, alone at
her door. She felt a slight buzzing in her head that had nothing to do with
alcohol.

“Well, Clare of the
here and now.”

She rolled her eyes
at the reminder of her earlier word-vomit ramble. “It was nice to meet you.”
She stuck out her hand, hoping it wasn’t sweaty.

“It was nice to
meet you, too.”

It didn’t feel like
a simple handshake as he wrapped his fingers around hers. “I had fun tonight.
You turned what might have been a horrible night into something surprisingly
nice.”

“I’m glad.”

“Thank you for
catching me and saving my top and for dinner and talking and…” And maybe she
could stop talking.

“You’re welcome.”

A frog gave a low
croak, and another answered, but she figured the pounding of her heart was
louder.

The buzzing in her
head grew louder, and she felt dizzy from looking into his eyes and staring at
his lips because she wanted him to kiss her. She wanted to feel those smooth,
firm lips on hers, to taste him and feel his arms around her.I'm losing my
mind.

“You’re beautiful,”
he said. “I’ve been wanting to say that all night.” He lifted his hand and
lightly brushed his thumb over her cheek.

Then he leaned in,
and she moved. Just…moved. In and up, her fingers twisting in the front of his
shirt. She was just falling into the taste of him, just getting that warm,
tingling flood of a first kiss when her brain fully registered that he’d been
leaning in to kiss her cheek.

“I’m sorry.” She
swallowed hard, felt a stinging heat flooding into her cheeks, and wished desperately
to disappear. Deacon was staring at her in complete confusion. That made two of
them. “I’m… really sorry.”

She spun to her
door. A stiff wind sang through the open-air hallway, slapping her hair across
her eyes. How she got her key in the lock, she had no idea. Mumbling one more
apology over her shoulder, she opened the door and closed it behind her. She
stood, heart pounding in mortification, her lips buzzing.

The champagne
glasses and fruit and cheese tray had been cleared. The bed had been turned
back, and the damn swans were back, nestled in the center of the bed and
kissing right on their terrycloth lips.

Author Bio

Claudia Connor is the author of the New York Times and USA Today Bestselling series, The McKinney Brothers. Her debut novel, WORTH THE FALL, hit the New York Times Bestsellers list in 2014 and received numerous Best Contemporary Romance of 2014 accolades.

Claudia attended Auburn University, where she received her undergraduate and master’s degrees in early childhood education. After teaching kindergarten and first grade for ten years, she retired to be a full-time mom to her three daughters. Always a lover of books, and always one to have stories playing in her mind, she decided to try her hand at writing. It took seven years to finish her first novel and a new love was born.

Claudia lives near Memphis, Tennessee with her husband, three daughters, two cats, and a singer-songwriter Siberian Husky. She continues to write warm, heartfelt, and emotional romances with a bit of steam, a lot of family and always a happily ever after.

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